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// Wei Wuxian

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[blackfire]

（ it's the sound and steadiness of his voice, more than anything, that lulls him like the gentle lap of water against the shore.

one arm is draped across wei ying's chest, and his head nods against the man's shoulder.

by the time the story is finished, he is asleep. ）

[singlelogbridge]

[It takes him a couple of minutes of talking before he realizes what's happened and though he pauses in his description, after a moment he resumes, keeping his voice steady but lowering the volume just a little.]

There are hot springs there, and cold springs too. I think you'd agree with me that cold springs are ridiculous though. Who would ever want such a thing?

[After a few more minutes of talking, eventually he grows quiet. It's tempting to join Itachi in sleep and he knows that he could if he closed his eyes and relaxed, but Itachi would feel better knowing someone had kept watch. Anyway, it's hardly a burden to remain awake and listen to the soft sounds of his breath occasionally interspersed with the crackle of their fire.

For all of the times they've slept near one another, barring injury, it is the first time he's actually seen the other man asleep. He savors the privilege of it now, continuing to skirt his hand through the other man's hair and simply existing in the peaceful quiet of it. There is, he knows, nowhere else in the entire multiverse that he would rather be than here in the cave with Itachi at his side.]